Kon-El.

ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO ACCEPT ME.

He doesn’t need him, at all. He doesn’t anyone, to be honest. Maybe except Artemis. And Kara.

“Jon, bed.”

“You don’t have the patience knitting requires. So, yeah, you better start faking it.”

“Artemis, you don’t knit.”

AND ONE DAY, THIS COULD BE US.

It isn’t exactly Conner’s fault; his mind is pretty much a never-ending storm of bad shit. Anyway, he tries to smile. “A snickers? I mean, yeah sure.” teapawt.net/QuipsWithArrows/status…

Sounds about the same for Kon. teapawt.net/QuipsWithArrows/status…

Does Kon-El hate the world or does the world hate Kon-El?

“Well, on my own then.”

Should he address Superman and say something like, ‘Hello! I’m your clone. Lex Luthor created me.’. Sounds about right, no?

Conner heard stories about the previous Bizarro. It seemed that the new one was completely different. Just a clone, lost in a world he didn’t belong.

“You know it, Biz.”

“Today wasn’t exactly that bad.”

Heavy breathing. Heartbeat racing. For a moment, he had lost control over his entire body.

Another nightmare woke him up.